TIOAWN Chapter 17

The black pupils quivered, and like a wet-behind-the-ears rookie, the lower half of the body trembled uncontrollably.

 

Despite opening as wide as possible, the narrow mouth couldn’t swallow Moo-geon’s member. Ha-yoon, unaware of the need to avoid using teeth, bit down, causing a smooth furrow to form on Moo-geon’s forehead.

 

As the mouth persistently took in more than half, Moo-geon tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The sensations maddeningly penetrated his brain.

 

His inhales shortened, and his exhales lengthened.

 

Moo-geon bit his tongue, thinking it wouldn’t last long, no matter how much the woman toyed with himself. He crushed his instincts and pushed every emotion deep into his heart.

 

Calmly, with a face devoid of emotion. He neither grabbed Ha-yoon’s head roughly with one hand nor pulled out the manhood lodged like it was at home.

 

He just stayed still, waiting patiently for Seo Ha-yoon to collapse.

 

Several small gagging sounds followed.

 

The member swelled until it seemed it couldn’t possibly grow any larger, and the tip, oozing precum, seemed like it would be spat out at any moment.

 

Even then, Seo Ha-yoon didn’t stop. Though her breathing grew rough and she seemed at her limit, she continued pushing the manhood down to her throat and sucking firmly.

 

The persistence and stubbornness began to wear away at Moo-geon’s patience.

 

As Ha-yoon struggled to find her position, unable to swallow her saliva and making choking noises, she extended her tongue, which had been pushed into a corner. In that instant, Moo-geon moved his thigh forward.

 

The clumsy tongue, desperate to find its way, licked the manhood here and there, eventually wrapping around it tightly. Moo-geon then grabbed Ha-yoon’s hair and withdrew his member.

 

With a splatter, the pearly white semen sprayed across Ha-yoon’s forehead and the marble floor.

 

Ha-yoon stared blankly at the scene, closing her mouth.

 

So, that day too…

 

She finally realized what had filled her insides back then.

 

Haah.

 

The sharp, almost melting sound tightened her lower abdomen.

 

Though uncomfortable and unpleasant, the strangely satisfying groan was undoubtedly his.

 

Would he lock the door properly this time? Ha-yoon quietly watched his expression.

 

As Moo-geon continued releasing the remaining semen, his hands firmly stroked his manhood.

 

When the tip of his member brushed against Ha-yoon’s lips, she instinctively opened her mouth. Moo-geon’s previously hardened expression crumbled like a sandcastle.

 

“Seo Ha-yoon, who told you to do this?”

 

The merciless voice stabbed at her ears. Ha-yoon blinked her wide eyes repeatedly and fiddled with the hand resting on her thigh.

 

He hadn’t moved at all while she bit down to the point her mouth hurt, so why now?

 

Alongside a small question, fear crept in.

 

Did I do something wrong?

 

That night, the man, who had burned with such fiery passion that she couldn’t escape, was different today. Like the balcony door had been flung open, the chill was so sharp it seemed it would freeze her.

 

Even as her shoulders shivered, Ha-yoon cautiously observed Moo-geon’s reaction.

 

I guess I should’ve done it the same as before.

 

Terrifying how learning works, Ha-yoon, raised under Seo Myung-sik as her guardian, thought simply.

 

“Listen to adults.”

 

Whenever she hesitated, Seo Myung-sik would grab her cheeks and say:

 

“Don’t forget that I’m your guardian. Think about who feeds and clothes you. All you need to do is act the way I want.”

 

What Seo Ha-yoon wanted didn’t matter to anyone, anyway.

 

“To act your worth, you have to follow what the other person wants. Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

 

The words she’d heard her whole life seeped into her ears like air.

 

“Should I turn around?”

 

“What?”

 

A deep insertion caused Ha-yoon to gag. The thick tip tore through her lips as if prying them open, and the enraged glans brushed against the back of her throat. Ha-yoon struggled to suppress the urge to retch.

 

It was entirely different from when she forced herself to hold it. The push and pull, the rough thrusts and withdrawals, left her tongue folding and unfolding repeatedly, unable to find a place to rest.

 

As she tried to survive by lightly licking at Moo-geon’s length, the invasive force of his member pressing down triggered another gag.

 

Her hands gripped his thighs tightly. Even as Ha-yoon desperately tried to push the glans away with her tongue, Moo-geon relentlessly pressed on, purposefully rubbing against her tongue and stimulating her throat.

 

“Ugh.”

 

Eventually, Ha-yoon retched loudly and coughed uncontrollably. Moo-geon remained unmoved, showing not the slightest reaction.

 

Why was he so angry?

 

Unable to muster the courage to ask directly, Ha-yoon could only meet his gaze. The glans, smeared messily with her saliva, nudged her lips again as it prepared to re-enter.

 

Suck it. It was as if his hoarse voice whispered provocatively.

 

Contrary to her expectation that he would thrust again, the tip, awkwardly caught between her lips, remained still.

 

What now? Ha-yoon had no idea what he was thinking. In truth, she had never understood his actions.

 

Should I try harder?

 

It was so difficult.

 

But showing that she was struggling wasn’t an option. She couldn’t say she was tired, that she wanted to stop, or that she couldn’t do this anymore. The expression her father had made and the actions he had taken when she uttered those words were seared into her memory.

 

He might strangle her. He might raise that big hand and slap her cheek.

 

She couldn’t allow that.

 

Closing her eyes tightly, Ha-yoon wrapped her tongue around the glans and slowly, carefully, began to swallow.

 

“Ha.”

 

Moo-geon’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. Whether or not he found her effort unsatisfactory, Ha-yoon calmly yet more forcefully sucked on his length than before.

 

“Mmph… ugh.”

 

Thanks to his brief pause, swallowing became somewhat manageable. That didn’t mean it wasn’t overwhelming. Ha-yoon found even breathing difficult, her hands trembling on his thighs.

 

How could she make it more comfortable for herself? Was there a way to hold it in her mouth more easily? She didn’t dare think of such things. Moo-geon ran his fingers through her hair, gripping it, and began moving his lower body as if he had made up his mind.

 

“Ha… ngh… mm.”

 

Strange nasal sounds mixed in with her uneven breathing. As his member reached the depths of her throat, a choking sensation caused her to feel faint. Startled, she blinked repeatedly, but Moo-geon pulled back slightly.

 

“Hold it.”

 

Using her hands, he guided her to firmly grip his fully erect length, stroking up and down with an unyielding pace.

 

“Harder.”

 

Clenching her small hands tightly, she stroked vigorously, the slippery friction feeling strangely odd.

 

As she caressed him, a dull ache coiled in her lower abdomen, and a peculiar tingling spread through her lower body.

 

“Seo Ha-yoon. Look at me.”

 

Fixated on his length as if entranced, Ha-yoon slowly raised her gaze.

 

The moment she locked eyes with his black pupils, resembling the night sky, white liquid gushed and spilled over her hands.

 

Moo-geon held Ha-yoon’s face. The gaze he met was as piercing as the earlier penetration had been.

 

“Is it hard for you?”

 

Moo-geon wiped her lips, smeared with the cloudy liquid, with his thumb as he asked.

 

“N-no.”

 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

 

Ha-yoon hesitated for a moment.

 

What I wanted?

 

Not what he wanted?

 

Had there ever been anything she wanted in the first place?

 

Ha-yoon had never expressed her desires, not even as a child. Seo Myung-sik had never once asked for her opinion.

 

As a result, Seo Ha-yoon had never been given choices in her life. Not even when it came to something as simple as picking her meals.

 

Ha-yoon raised her eyelids, which had been lowered, and faced Moo-geon. Her clear pupils began to waver with unease.

 

This was too difficult. For Ha-yoon, it was an incredibly challenging question to answer.

 

“Is this my worth?”

 

Merely satisfying him. Always willingly responding whenever Cha Moo-geon desired her.

 

Was this enough? Ha-yoon pondered seriously as she asked the question.

 

“Seo Ha-yoon.”

 

Moo-geon, who had been asking cynically, suddenly lowered his tone. The faint amusement and interest that had lingered disappeared, leaving only stillness.

 

He had only called her name, yet the atmosphere changed drastically, becoming unbearably heavy.

 

Ha-yoon felt uneasy and uncomfortable. This suffocating air always ended in estrangement.

 

“In that case, can I have just one cherry now?”

 

The words that had been circling her mind suddenly popped out.

 

Ha-yoon stopped thinking altogether. Whether it was something he wanted or something she wanted, what difference did it make?